ALMACHILDES.
Queen and king,
I have done no wrong, but right. I have chosen my bride,
And made her mine by gentle grace of hers
Lest wrong should come between us. Now no man
May think to unwed us: king nor queen may cross
This wedded love of ours: no thwart or stay
May sunder us till heaven and earth turn hell.
ALBOVINE.
I deemed not thee dishonourable: and thy queen
Now knows thee true as I did. Rosamund,
Forgive and give him back his bride.
ROSAMUND.
I will,
King.
ALBOVINE.
Boy, thy queen hath shown thee grace; be thou
Thankful. I leave thee here to yield her thanks.
[Exit.
ALMACHILDES.